SECRETS.

BENJAMIN.

As I stood there, the weight of her words descended upon me like a crushing avalanche, suffocating me beneath the unyielding truth. Each syllable was a razor-sharp blade, slicing through my defenses and laying bare the ugliness of my past actions. I couldn't deny it, couldn't defend myself against the scathing accusations that seared my conscience like a branding iron.

Her words conjured up the ghosts of our troubled past, and I was forced to confront the dark specter of my own making. Memories of the way I'd treated her, of the pain and the fear I'd inflicted, came flooding back, and my stomach churned with revulsion. The bitter taste of regret filled my mouth as I realized that I'd been so blinded by my own anger and resentment that I'd lost sight of what was truly important. I'd lost sight of her, of us, of the love we'd once shared, and of the life we'd built together.